I think I’ve become a microblogger. Either that or I’ve got 140 characters < block (more than 140 characters and I have nothing to say, although of course this post is disproving that; but it’s the exception that proves the rule and, let’s face it, there are probably only 140 characters in this worth reading).
So, in the absence of meatier matter of words I’ve set up a weekly digest of dents (identi.ca version of twitter’s tweets) which, if the plugin and my programming thereof work, should appear on a Sunday evening under the category “dermal denticles” because it’s a summary of the abrasive surface of life. (And because ever since labelling drawings of dissected dogfish in biology lessons at school I’ve loved the sound of the phrase “dermal denticles”.)
And while I’m venturing into the complexities (comparatively speaking, of course) of a fully-blown blog interface here are a couple of pictures which I took today and which, entirely coincidentally, both fall neatly into the strictures of this week’s Photo Friday challenge, ‘White’ (which I first clocked at Maria‘s).
In London the white dove comes pre-smirched with feral grey. But are you surprised when you see the Stygian stream from which it drinks? (That’s 137 characters btw.)
The pollarded stumps of the plane tree line up like cues to strike the white ball of the moon. (95 characters.)
Yup, my photographs are dents too.
(This post was powered by white wine, possibly to excess. Editing may take place in the bright white wineless light of morning.)